Wait, THAT'S a Wiener Schnitzel?



Outside the U.S., Thirteen Reasons Why has sold more copies in Germany than any other country. There, it's called Tote Mädchen Lügen Nicht, or Dead Girls Don't Lie. It's been a bestseller there, and was nominated for their big national teen book award. Dang that Tödliche Spiele! (Which you may know as The Hunger Games.)

 

So when I was asked to speak at a literature festival in Hamburg, of course I said "Yes! Yes" And to make sure they understood, I added, "Ja! Ja!"

 

But I wasn't going to hop on a 1-hour flight, followed by a 10-hour flight, followed by a 1-hour flight, for one day of speaking. So my publisher set up some cool events in some other cool cities with a couple of cool speakers to help me out.

 

First up was the Schlosspark Theater in Berlin, where 520 pupils (which, apparently, is different than students) came from nearby schools. No, pupils in Germany aren't camera-shy. I took this photo while a someone was asking a question from the back of the room.

 

After that presentation, I signed copies of both Tote Mädchen Lügen Nicht and Wir Beide, Iirgendwann. My German publisher loves changing the titles of my books. There, the translated title of The Future of Us means something along the lines of Both of Us, Someday.

After a taxi tour of the up-and-down history of Berlin, we caught a train and headed for Rostock.

Here are my travel mates, Judith Hoersch, Marc Langebeck, and Katharina Göring. Judith,  a singer and actress, is the voice of Emma in the audiobook of Wir Beide, Irgendwann. Marc, the host of a children's literature TV show, interviewed me at each stop. He also did a wonderful job of translating what I said for the audience, and translating their questions for me. And Katharina works with publicity at my German publishing house.

Before speaking in Rostock, I had the chance to visit Marienkirche (St. Mary's Church). It was beautiful inside, with a huge pipe organ. 5,700 pipes!

That night, we spoke at a bookstore chain called Thalia. It was at this stop, while reading to the audience, my eyes went crazy and the words turned to smudges. And that meant, when I got back to the States, it was time to see the eye doctor. No more excuses!

Thankfully, I had my e-reader with me, so during our next stop at Thalia in Stade, I was able to adjust the font and make it huge so I could read the words.

 

Here's Judith beginning to read one of the chapters. (Notice that she's smart enough to know she needs glasses.)

 

 

To back up the chronology a bit, when we had lunch in Berlin, our driver ordered wiener schnitzel. When he ordered it, he asked if I knew what it was. I told him that I did, because we have a fast food chain in the States called Wienerschnitzel. But what the waitress brought out looked nothing like what a hot dog!

 

(That's the last time I trust a fast food chain to teach me about foreign cuisine.)

 

So for two of my following meals, I ate actual wiener schnitzel. It was good! But I did get made fun of for smearing my cranberry sauce all over the top. I guess you're supposed to dip it.

 

Dip it? We don't dip in America. We smear!

 

Finally, in Hamburg, we arrived at the Harbour Front Literature Festival.

Judith, LeVar...I mean...Marc, and I spoke in an auditorium full of students...I mean...pupils.

Then I had a photoshoot with Gunter Glücklich. He was very fun to speak with between (and sometimes, during) shots. I can't wait to see what how the photos turn out!

By this time, Katharina left, and Verena Otto took over for the publisher. Unfortunately, I didn't get any photos with Verena. But she was kind enough to take this shot at Friedrich Ebert Gymnasium (High School).

This school is a famous place in the history of music. It's where the Beatles first recorded, as the backing band for Tony Sheridan.

And this is the stage where it happened!

With my authorly duties over, I spent a day in Hamburg doing my touristy duties. My favorite stop was Miniatur Wonderland (which translates, roughly, to Miniature Wonderland). They had an amazing special exhibit showing the history of Berlin, recreating one intersection over several decades. The scenes show the rebuilding of Berlin after World War II, various stages of the Berlin Wall, and the celebration as the wall came down. Below is a close-up of the destruction during World War II.

Here's a shot of a miniature music festival, including the ever-present outhouses.

To get a good view of Hamburg, I walked up the tower stairs of St. Michaelis Kirche (Church of St. Michael).

That evening, there was live music in various locations around Hamburg, including St. Michaelis. Beneath the church, in the crypt, they served coffee and waffles. And who am I to say no to that German hospitality?

The next morning, I took the long journey back home. I watched a couple in-flight movies. I took a few naps. I read from a few books.

And when I got home, I read a few more books to Isaiah before bedtime.

(Thankfully, the letters in his books didn't need adjusting for my eyes.)

The Vietnamese Edition!

The German Edition!

(Check out the publisher's book page,
with trailer, interivew, FB page, etc... here)

The Big Bang in Bristol

On Thursday evening, I spoke at a library in Bristol, Virginia. But earlier that day, to help promote my appearance, I was interviewed on two of their daytime local news shows.

 

You can see me on Daytime Tri-Cities at WJHL here.

 

Then I headed over to The Noon Show at WCYB.

After lunch, I was given a tour of Bristol and told about it's remarkable history. If you know me, you know that I'm not a huge country music fan. (If you don't know me, now you know!) But I do appreciate it, and I'm fascinated by the origins of different musical styles. And that made Bristol a wonderful place to check out. As it reads on the back of a book I purchased, The Bristol Sessions: Writings About the Big Bang of Country Music:

In the summer of 1927, nineteen "hillbilly" bands gathered for a recording session in Bristol, on the Tennessee-Virginia border, including what would become some of the most influential names in American music -- the Carter Family, Jimmie Rodgers, Ernest Stoneman, and more. Organized by Ralph Peer for Victor records, the Bristol sessions were a key moment in country music's evolution. The musicians played a variety of styles largely endemic to the Appalachian region. Rather than traditional sounds, however, Peer sought a combination of musical elements, an amalgam that would form the backbone of modern country music. The reverberations of the Bristol sessions are still felt today.

See? Kind of a cool town to spend some time in! If you ever visit, you must take a picture with the guitar in front of the Chamber of Commerce. (No, seriously. They won't let you leave unless you take a picture with that guitar.)

But I wasn't in Bristol to tour the town and buy books and c.d. compilations of the Bristol sessions. I was in Bristol to speak as part of their 2012 Discovery Series.

Almost everyone who came to my presentation had run one of my books. Many had read both! And that always makes for a very fun event with very insightful questions.

While I'm already booked for September this year, Bristol has a great music-filled weekend called Rhythm & Roots Reunion. My family may be looking to come back in 2013 for their 13th annual festival. Yes, I know I said I'm not a country music fan, but that Bristol Sessions book is making me appreciate it even more. And people can change, y'all!

Back to the Birthplace of 13RW

My family recently returned from a week's vacation in Wyoming. Why Wyoming? (No, that isn't one of their rejected state mottos.) For one, it's absolutely beautiful. For another, we lived there ten years ago for six months. Ten years is a long time to wait to see your good friends again. Those friends have all had children since we lived there, and our li'l one couldn't wait to meet his new friends!



Instead of flying straight to what we still consider our second home, we spent a few days in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Ten years ago, when JoanMarie and I drove from Cali to Wyo, we could only spend a few hours in Jackson Hole. And it was great to spend more time there.

In the middle of downtown is a park, and at each corner is a huge arch created with elk antlers. Thankfully, and I hope this is true, the antlers were shed naturally and then collected from the nearby Elk Refuge.

I'm sure Isaiah would love a stroller pulled by horses, but his ride is probably a lot more comfy than a stagecoach.

Don't worry, no bison were harmed to keep Izzy's head warm. (I can't say the same for the bison heads hanging in hotels and restaurants around town.)

We spent many hours in and around Grand Teton National Park. We rode a tram over 4,100 feet up to the top of Rendezvous Mountain. Waiting for us was a lot of wind, beautiful scenery, and a restaurant that served waffles. Mine had melted butter and brown sugar!

We wanted to take a horseback ride, but when we tried sitting Isaiah on a saddle, he repeated, "All done! All done!" It's been twenty years since I last rode a horse, and it wasn't the best experience, so I was feeling a bit All Done! All Done! before Isaiah let me off the hook.

He also took his first bicycle ride, which he absolutely loved.

We rode six miles toward a market to grab sandwiches and ice cream. When we left the market, we bumped into Josh Holloway (Sawyer from Lost). I do consider myself 100% hetero, but when he flashed that dimple...

I'm sorry, but you would've giggled, too!

Then we spent some time in a little place called...

And I do wish the National Park Service would change a certain word on some of their signs. (Or is the common definition of that word really a problem?)

Isaiah the Daredevil loved balancing on a log in the water (as long as Daddy didn't let go).

A few feet away, we found another log ride in the forest. Nature sure knows how to have fun!

On our way back to the hotel, we passed the Grand Tetons from a distance. Just opening my eyes in this part of the country fills my soul.

From Jackson Hole, we flew to Sheridan, Wyoming. Ten years ago, JoanMarie and I moved to Sheridan so she could do her college internship. In those six months we formed friendships that fell right back into place the moment we returned.

Here we are with Andy and Denise Brown and their children, and Klay and Melissa Condos and their children. It was nice to see Isaiah bond so well with the other kids.

Sheridan has a 3rd Thursday festival where they block off several downtown streets once a month. The blocks are full of musicians, yummy food, vendors, and tractors!

The Condos family took us on their boat to a cove on a lake where we had a beach all to ourselves.

Klay is a firefighter, which came with perks Isaiah is still talking about.

Ten years ago, when we left Sheridan, they were just beginning to plan the Whitney Commons. It's a beautiful area now, and it was great to see so many people enjoying it.

We stopped at Sheridan Stationery Books & Gallery, which was my first bookstore job. Here we are with Robby (the owner) behind a display of my books. This was to promote my signing later in the week. (And I couldn't leave without buying a couple books: Where the Rivers Run North and Images of America: Sheridan.)

Preparing for my signing in Sheridan felt like coming full-circle. It was during my six-month stay that I came up with the idea for Thirteen Reasons Why. The parking lot of this gas station is where I scribbled several pages of notes that turned into the first several pages of the book.

It was either at the end of 2002 or the beginning of 2003, but I do know it was snowing and the road was iced. It was very early in the morning, still dark, when the premise hit me. I couldn't drive any further or I knew I''d forget important details, so I pulled into a parking space, cranked my heater, and took notes as fast as I could.

When I got home later in the day, I wrote the first ten pages of what became my first published novel. The left and middle sections of the house below, attached to the two-story main house, are where JoanMarie and I lived. While someone is renting "our house" now, we remain friends with the person who owns the property. Stacie even invited us to stay in the main house with her for a night while in town.

It was odd to picture myself sitting in that gas station, and then at the kitchen table, having no idea how that idea and those words would change my life. (And yes, I got the main character Clay's name from my Sheridan friend Klay.)

Stacie works at the Wyoming Girls School, so on our last day in town I gave a presentation there. The students asked some of the best questions, and made some of the best observations, of any school visit I've done.

While I worked at Sheridan Stationery, I also worked part-time as an Assistant Children's Librarian (my first library job). I spoke at the Fulmer Public Library later that same day, and my one-time boss delayed a trip to the mountains to see me.

Thanks, Michelle!

The most touching part of the week was watching my 20-month-old son feel right at home among the same bookshelves where I used to watch other children feel right at home.

But Isaiah's favorite part of the week probably came later that afternoon. We took him to walk amongst the construction equipment parked a couple blocks from the library. Doesn't this look like he's standing in front of the right foot of a Transformer?

Thank you, Wyoming. You inspired me ten years ago. And you inspire me still.

SCBWI 2012

If you've followed my blog for over a year, you may recall that I head to L.A. each summer for the Society of Children's Book Writers & Illustrators conference. Why has this been an annual pilgrimage for me since 2000? I attended this conference for eight years before my first book came out for the inspiration, advice, and community. And now I get to return the favor from the other side of the podium. Here are the writers who attended my workshop on adding suspense to any novel.

For that presentation, titled No Bookmarks Allowed!, I used this photo of Lisa Yee being terrified by M&Ms. (Yes, it makes sense within the context of my talk. At least, I hope it does!) For the rest of the conference, she had people asking her about this rather unusual phobia.

I gave a second presentation with fellow Class of 2k7 classmates Greg Neri and Greg Fishbone (The Gregs) on using social media to promote your books. This photo was taken at the faculty afterparty, not during our workshop (in case you thought this was one of those conference where no one's actually there to learn, they just come to party).

Speaking of parties, yes, that's definitely a part of it. They had DJs! They had dancin'! And since the theme was the Hippie Hop, they even had a cocktail called Purple Haze!

Here I am with Tammi Sauer and Sue Fliess. Peace!

There was a limbo contest. And just because Lin Oliver is SCBWI's Executive Director, she didn't receive any special treatment.

I met Pamela Wells, whoseHeartbreakers novel is being developed as a movie called Hot Mess with Selena Gomez. Though we initially connected because of the Selena connection, we also left as friends.

For those of you on Twitter begging for daily updates on the Thirteen Reasons Why movie, I did have lunch with two of the movie's producers while in L.A. Unfortunately, I can't tell you any of the cool details we discussed. Oh, you're still going to ask? Well, that's part of why I love you! I met Sara Shepard, who wrote a little series called Pretty Little Liars. (During our conversation, I didn't get the feeling she was lying about anything!)

Nikki Grimes attended our 2k7 workshop, which was kind of intimidating because she's kind of completely awesome.

Dan Gutman wrote one of my favorite middle grade books, The Kid Who Ran For President.

This conference is a great chance to hang out with author friends you rarely get to see, such as Jennifer Bosworth whose book Struck received a great blurb from a guy named Me. (That's not his real name, but it's what I call him.)

The autograph party is always crazy, hectic, and fun. For the past few years, I've been lucky enough to sign beside Jim Averbeck. Getting to chat with him between autograph duties has become a nice way to end this annual conference experience.

Of course, I get plenty of books signed, too! I still have most middle grade and teen novels personalized to me, but Isaiah's building quite a collection, as well. The first book I had signed to both of us is The Great and Only Barnum by Candace Fleming.

Here are all of the signed books I brought home for Izzy:

I'll begin reading them to him tonight!

The French Edition!